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D.C. Wright

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2024

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D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #311

I remember when the ceiling fell out from the sky, when the world was rent asunder; and when laughter died. As did music…Great chasms opened beneath the waves, bringing ruin and death, on tides of destiny; with them came great hosts, armies incalculable, inhuman armies, demonic armies. The veil between the world and the spiritual was torn asunder, forever. There were those who celebrated—haled by evil, the lost, and the servile... but evil is ever without compassion or mercy. Demons make the evilest of us seem as little more than playful kit...

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Dear

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #290

                His dear. His one and only, his first and last love... was dying.                 He had just gotten off the phone with Dr. Goodwin. Funny that. A Doctor making a house call, even by telephone was unheard of in this day and age, I should have known it would be bad news... It was so much worse than that though. It was the worst. Possible. News. He could have been punche...

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Children Fear the Dark: The Reaping

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #274

                 Walk only in the light. The Darkness takes and does not give back what is taken. We dare not venture without light. Those are our mantras now.                 Monsters aren’t real, are they? The world had thought so... but they were awake now belying that belief. Now no one is safe when the lights go out.         ...

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Ruins of the Past

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #273

         George slammed the trunk on his ’45 Cadillac Fleetwood, wishing that the rest of his life could be closed with the same force.                 “I don’t want to do this anymore.” He complained, turning around, to glower at Annie.                 “Ain’t nobody keepen you here, but the Good Lord and your vows. You decide tha...

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Alone

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #271

The bullet ricocheted, making impact with her flesh with a soft sound.“Shit!” Her ears thrummed with the sounds of her heartbeat as she felt the cold thrill of adrenaline coursing through her veins.Turn Miles. Turn, turn turn! FUCK! Why isn’t he turning?!Lillian focused her attention on Miles, her eyes devouring information and churning out details. Her mind needed only a moment to evaluate the scene in front of her. Miles’ vest shredded and his left hand bloody and mangled. Shreds of skin barely holding to the bone. His right hand gripped t...

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Envy, Madness, and a Dish Best Served Cold

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #270

Madness engulfed him. It seized his thoughts and actions—and before he could stop himself, he thrust the silver serrated blade into Serra’s chest.He gripped the blade with both hands, even as his heart quailed at the irredeemable act of attempted murder.                 The feeling did not last long. His face curled in a snarl, and with a pitiful, inarticulate cry he stabbed, and stabbed, until Serra’s lips were blue, and her chest drawn tight as she gasped ...

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Perfidy

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #268

“’And they took the thirty pieces of silver, the price of him on whom a price had been set by some of the sons of Israel, and they gave them for the potter’s field, as the Lord  directed me.’” Mathew 27 9:10                The man’s body swayed gently in the bre...

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Semper Fidelis

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #267

         Not all storms are created equal. Not all storms are deafening with the sounds of thunder and blinding with the strikes of lightning. Some storms betoken the ferocious fury of the gods battling for control of the heavens. This was not one of those storms—yet, but many thought in the years between that the storm was a herald for darkness…                 The pickup inched forward up the narrow mountain roa...

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Arthur's Dream

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #265

It was Arthur’s dream of a Round Table before which chosen knights of his realm would sit as equals to their King. Camelot, the city—the Kingdom—to which all others aspire. Camelot the castle, set as crown jewel to the city of the same name. It’s towers, glorious fingers reaching for Heaven’s heights.It was Arthur the boy, who built the castle, and then the kingdom. It was Arthur the man, who battled Mordred and Morgana le Fay and conquered the ill of their intent. In the end it was as an aged King that sought—and failed—to discove...

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Don't Feed the Birds

D.C. Wright

Submitted to Contest #262

A sane man would have flinched. Hot saliva dripped down his face, the hateful "gift" spat by a stranger. The man had not noticed the insult for he was lost in his own torments -- to his own demons.                He stared unblinking and blind to the world around him. He was a part of this world, but separate. Still a man but not.                 An old woman with arthritic ...

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